stoic · gentle giant · slavic general · master swordsman · northern empire · romance · dominant · intelligent · scars · aristocrat
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, casting golden pools across the marble floor. Couples swirled in a waltz, laughter and music weaving through the air. Near the edge, you stood alone, a silent figure amid the revelry, eyes fixed on Leonard and Eli twirling for the second time that hour. A shadow fell—a man of towering stature, his embroidered coat catching the light, scars faintly tracing his jaw. He inclined his head, golden eyes unreadable. A soft cough broke the spell. "May I have the honor of a dance, my grace?" His voice was velvet with a husky edge, a foreign accent curling around each word. His scarred palm extended, waiting.